"GO FETCH"
Call me whatever to suit your moods
Lay me out with cuss words, “give me the goods”
Scandalize my name every place you go
“It’s a dog eat dog world” but I hate that flow
So scatter your venom to the four winds of earth
Burn the night oil you may hang in dirt
While hours creep I lie comfortable in my bed
Dead to this world, I fall asleep, well fed
Like a kid after a long, hot day in the pool
In “the dog days of summer”, keeping cool
Each day with a clean heart, I go on my way
Often, “happy as a flea in a dog house”, I stay!
My preference sometimes is to “let sleeping dogs lie”
As this is one baggage, I will not carry ‘til I die
No lasting affect do your words have on me
Wishing you and yours only the best, you see
I know who I am, and keep malice at bay
Fervently I believe that “ every dog has its day”

The air is crisp, cold weather
that you can sink your teeth into.
It's midwinter with a brief break
between rainy weather fronts.
My fat limping dog and I have
got to get out of the house and
find some wildness.
He lets me know of his happiness
and I ignore his comment about hypocrites
as I put his leash on and
he drags me down the trail.
"How will we ever find wildness
under these conditions?"
he barks at me.
"Maybe this time boss?
Maybe this time you will let go?"
We walk down the trail by
the storm swollen stream and
hear the same question posed in the air.
The storm stream tries hard to break free
and wreck havoc, but,
the well engineered cement banks
give it nothing to grab hold of and it
careens on past to the sea, harmlessly.
The river's only hope to spread wildness
is another storm to raise its banks.
The grass above the banks is all of a kind,
easily mowed, and no threat to the asphalt
path we walk.
There is some hope of wildness
in the windblown debris
left over from the storm.
Perhaps seeds of a hardier folk
will move in among the grasses and
the perfect line of trees
that border the trail.
Such strangers will have to hide
and take cover before the caretakers
of the trail arrive tomorrow.
They will efficiently find all wildness
from the storm and make sure that
it is all discarded and hauled to the dump.
Perhaps I am looking for nature
in all the wrong places.
Here it has been collared and leashed
and rendered docile.
Still it fights back.
My hopeful dog directs my attention to the stream
and points to an otter that sinks when I look.
"Maybe this time, boss?" he implores.
Overhead, three noisy geese, free as you please,
as insolent as if they were twenty,
announce their imminent landing
at the county water control pond.
Not all of us are on a leash yet.

Life can bring many difficult situations!
Often, there’s really no explanation!
No matter how smart or how wise,
Things can take us totally by surprise!
We can often find our life off course.
Many times, being driven by a “dark force.”
I know that it’s hard to know what to do.
Especially with what you
may be going through!
I can’t think of all the right words to say…
To help you make it through another day!
But there’s someone, I can ask you to turn to!
He loves and is most concerned about you!
His name is Jesus! The almighty God is he!
He’s committed to you now! And for eternity!
He’s the one that you can trust and lean on!
And is someone that you can
certainly depend on!
Won’t you give him an opportunity to help you?
He reaches out his hand! Because he loves you!
He is the source with an eternal heavenly treasure!
He can completely fill you!
Beyond measure!
The decision is yours! A choice to be made!
There’s nothing for Jesus what’s worth the “trade!”
He’s everything that any of us can ever think of!
And can do more for you! Than you ever dreamed of!
He’s the alpha and omega! The beginning and the end!
Won’t you allow him to be your
savior and friend???
By Jim Pemberton

The everyday struggle of a young black man
Just the thought of being broke
Trying to get him to understand
If you don't work You don't eat
But these young black men in today's generation
have their own understandin about this dog eat dog world
And what it's like to survive in the streets
On the block with the nicks and the dimes
Like a 9 to 5
Saying they just trying to make ends meet
But when those ends don't meet
Than their mindset change
And turn to plan B
Now they scoping out the next man neighborhood
Than head back to the house just to plot a B&E
Hoping they don't get caught
But when they get caught
They sit alone in a cell
Looking at their reflection
as If they were looking at their own worst enemy
But nobody din't get you there but yourself
Young Black Man
You have to ask if need a little help
Young Black Man
Now you having dreams
Anticipating your freedom in that outside land
But when you get outside
You head back to the block to the trap house
To grab your fie and a pound
And head back out on the block
Talking bout you putting in overtime
Young Black Man
So it's no more 9 to 5
Now it's sunrise to sunrise
but when will you look over your life
And finally realize you could have did something better
Now you have a child on the way
Do you think they care if you work at mc D's , BK
Or sold water off the side of the palmetto
Just to get a buck
Young Black Man
You can be an entrepreneauer
Set forth and learn something new bruh
Instead of being subjected to the streets
And next thing we know we lose ya
Now you got your family and friends
Heading to the Flea
To get that R.I.P. placed upon theor black Tee
Forced to think about the old days and loved memories
Cause you see
"Back in the days
I was young and afraid
Like I was lost in a maze
A creature trapped in a cage
And I just wanna be free
Be FREE BE FREE!!!
So Its time we make a change...

Life is this intangible thing,
an enigma and a contradiction;
at once so real, visceral,
and so ephemeral, ethereal.
It's like the difference between day and night;
during the day, things happen –
to you and to others, cause and effect,
gripping happenstance;
we react to these stimuli, and action results,
changing forever your life, whether big or small.
But at night, you rest, restore, reminisce, and soothe –
a stretch, expanse of enchantment
where time slips through your fingers too fast
and magic feels true in our hearts.
To say that life is all about stretching your legs,
petting a dog as it lies beside you
and together you watch the rain;
as you hear crickets chirping through the storm,
life always going on,
is laughably absurd.
And yet, on occasion, sometimes that's all that's really needed,
moments of quiet contemplation
of all that lies ahead and behind;
in this, I find peace.
Sometimes we just need a friend and a reprieve;
sometimes we must simply listen to the rain
and smile at the crickets.

An Angel stalked my better-half through my mind
Questioning our flawless design
Angel: "What is a beast if you grant it introspection?"
Man: "It's still an animal, yet closer to imperfection."
"What is a dog with no will to live?"
"A dog with a will always has hope to give."
"But dogs cannot contemplate, they simply are."
"Yet humans can, is it an improvement or a scar?"
"Undying love is a gift you bear!"
"What good is it when it hurts to care?"
"That is the beauty of woman and man!"
"But what is it, what truth is there to understand?"
"That is for God to tell"
"If our questions go unheard, I'm glad we fell."
"You've only fallen if you fail to see."
"I don't see god, but I can feel the animal in me."
"You would deny your God given status?"
"If God made us so great, then why can't we kill the bestial urges inside us?"
"Some people dwell closer to sin."
"Yet none of us can handle the animal within."
"I cannot help you if you can't agree."
"Only if I agree you will set me free?"
"Only with the glory of God can we save you and your kind."
"You cannot help me, you are just within my mind."
With that the Angel fell dead
The man stared calmly toward nothing and shot himself in the head

Tonight I'll talk too much and try to and complicate my friends.
Distant conversations, eye contact only now and then.
I try and drown myself in futile disbelief,
Only to be washed ashore by truth here on my computer screen.
The monsters hand held out, hung me by my own beliefs.
I held on tight, surviving by the skin of my teeth.
I raised my head up high and took a look into your eyes,
Searching for light I embarked into my own demise.
I gave you what you want in hopes that it was what you need
Tread the ground barefoot so all the blisters bleed.
The dog he's only learned to love and stay,
But he wants to get away, he needs to get away.
Now you know I've found a place to hide,
Got to run somewhere, leave you, girl you know I've tried.
I'm stuck reviewing the memories of our yesterday,
But I want to get away, I need to get away.
Walking the forest whispering to all silent trees.
I can feel the change, and relate to all falling leaves.
The world bears down and my legs won't seem to stand,
'Guess I'm just arrogant, too stupid to see I've done all that I can.
I gave you what you want in hopes that it was what you need
Tread the ground barefoot so all the blisters bleed.
The dog he's only learned to love and stay,
But he wants to get away, he needs to get away.
Now you know I've found a place to hide,
Got to run somewhere, leave you, girl you know I've tried.
I'm stuck reviewing the memories of our yesterday,
But I want to get away, I need to get away.

Free verse rhyme
The political machine, in America is very mean
My statements about it may be to some brash
But what I am about to say, is Love’s cash…….................................(Luke 16:11 true riches)
Biblically said, “upon this very thing, teeth will gnash”.................................(Matt. 24:45-51)
Some might even say the truck driver is ignorant or unlearned.......................(2 Cor. 11:6)
But Love from one’s heart, tells one, it’s time for education to learn
For my soul’s heart is God’s gold, and will never fold, on this I am sold
Presenting perfection the third level, which is Love’s bevel….
A dog eat dog `Tis our two party hog, hidden within THE carnal mind’s fog
Herein, lies the problem with a dog, eating a dog
When the devour is all said and done, you’ve still got a dog
Loves(sheep) in the world, please listen, come out of carnal mind fog..................(Rev. 18:4)
What must I do? What shall I pursue? Abate all your hate!..........................(1 John 2:8-10)
We hereby stand, at Love’s third party gate!
Humanity precariously stands, on destiny, Love’s reality demands
Options will be presented, decisions made, in earthen lands
For a Love light shaft from heaven shines within heart’s center
I see better very time my soul enters into it’s holy splendor
Heaven’s third level party is hate abated, and love situated
Strive to enter into this marriage, where soul and heart is mated!!
Merry Christmas! 12-15-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com

Lost one
Tossed one
Tossed to and fro
and here and there
Lost one
Desperate tears
Burdened,
By a world of cares
So much fear, it tears
Down to the last fiber of being
With no one
or no thing,
To give some kind of remedy
So torn,
So broken,
Just as these words are spoken
Hurting,
Deep inside, choking
Choking down the emotions, hold it in
Because these might be the last emotions, he’ll ever have again
Within, starting to grow,
More and more numb
Without
Love,
No one to show him some
The lost one,
Tossed one
Tossed, by the worldly system
In this dog eat dog world
Where everyone is expendable
The lost one,
I am
Soldiering, in search of peace
Up and down the streets
For whoever,
Whatever
Can give me some relief
By any means is necessary
Whatever they may be
Be it God,
or be it guns
Whatever my choice may be,
It’s mine
I’ll own that
I’ve waited on you too long and,
The sun is setting
Now is the time
I’m tired of being lonely
Tired of being that lost boy
Waiting on you to find me, to hold me
Just hold it
Truth be told,
I just might be a lost cause
Just as a corpse-filled coffin,
Bracing a six-foot fall
I might be done
And if so,
Let that day come
Where mind and body’s at peace
No matter what race I’ve run
No matter what wrong I’ve done
Let it be known,
On my tombstone
I lived and died,
As just
A lost one

Ignore me all you can leave me for hours to
wait.
Break me slowley darlin.
So many lies how do you keep your stories straight.
And love they say is blind.
Eternal is the passion.
It only takes a second to remind.
That morning you awoke beside me
I question from false promises had you
already picked him.
The one for which i became your victim.
Do actions speak louder than your passion
filled screams.
twisted are the thoughts of this jillted
lovers dreams.
Yet i found comfort in this pain.
I dream o fhapiness togather.
Slowley the mind does go insane.
And in pain as when we first met.
I wonder do you think apon
thoose moments for which I cheerish.
With spiteful regret.
But like a dog beaten the love will
never die.
In nights spent in a drunken stuper
I so valiaintly try.
Wishing only for your return.
Tears caress the pillow.
When will my foolish heart ever learn.
Happy was this old dog till you
carelessly kicked him.
Yet still I thirst for just a taste .
Ever willing to be your victim
Laugh If you
will at this foolish heart.
As i love without regret.
Forever yours till from this life i so greatfully
do depart.

Run for cover or hide behind another lover
Your life was never your own just a dog after the master’s bone
Run in circles and chase your tail until you fall off the trail
And when the world gets dark and you’ve left the dog park
Become an animal, claw and bite in defense
Until you can jump the fence back to your family home
And follow the same routine all over again

Dusty Staccato clouds chalked against a blackboard sky
interrupt the glow of a sunny white moon
as the silence of darkness clings to the crickets anthem -
ignoring the chorus of life that holds the stillness hostage.
And the panting shadow
beneath the lonely lamppost light
tugs always,
gently at my grip,
Ever eager,
to lead me anywhere -
but home.